TLC – No Scrubs

No Scrubs lyrics

Oh, oh!

A scrub is a guy that thinks he’s fly

And is also known as a buster.

Always talkin ’bout what he wants

And just sits on his broke ass.

So

No,

I don’t want your number!

No!

I don’t wanna give you mine and

No!

I don’t wanna meet you nowhere!

No!

Don’t want none of you time and

No!

I don’t want no scrub!

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at me.

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla …

When a scrub’s checkin’ me,

But his game is kinda weak.

And I know that he cannot approach me.

’Cause I’m lookin’ like class

And he’s lookin’ like trash.

Can’t get with a dead beat ass.

So,

No,

I don’t want your number!

No!

I don’t wanna give you mine! And

No!

I don’t wanna meet you nowhere!

No!

Don’t want none of you time!

No!

I don’t want no scrub!

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at me.

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to …

If you don’t have a car

And ya walkin’,

Oh yes son,

I’m talkin’ to you.

If you live at home

Wit’ ya mama,

Oh yes son,

I’m talkin’ to you.

You have a shorty

That you don’t show love,

Oh yes son,

I’m talkin’ to you.

Wanna get wit’ me,

Wit’ no money.

Oh, no,

I don’t want no,

No

Scrubs.

No

Scrubs.

No, no,

No

Scrubs.

No

Scrubs.

No, no!

No!

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at

Me.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to …

See,

If you can’t seriously expand

My horizon,

Then that leaves you in a class

With scrubs,

Never risin’.

I don’t find it surprisin’,

If’you don’t have the g’s

To please me and bounce from here

To the coast of overseas.

So,

Let me give you something

To think about,

Then invade your mind

With intentions to turn you out.

Can’t forget to focus

On the picture in front of me.

You is clear as DVD

On digital TV screens.

Satisfy my appetite

With something spectacular.

Check your veincular!

And then I’ll get back to ya

With diamond-like precision,

Insatiable is what I envision.

Came to deck that ’quisition

From your friends’ expedition.

Mister Big Willie,

If you really wanna know,

Ask Chili

Could I be a silly ho.

Not really.

TBoz and all my señoritas

Steppin’ on your filas,

But you don’t hear me, though.

No,

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at me.

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at me.

I don’t want no scrub.

A scrub is a guy

That can’t get no love from me.

Hangin’ out the passenger side

Of his best friend’s ride,

Try’n to holla at me.